At the same time, many places in the mountain realm were alarmed by an inexplicable aura.

"Pure Land. "Not far from Ji Xiao, there is humanity in an empty but simple temple.

To the east of the mountain realm, there is an active volcano erupting all year round, and a powerful being raises his eyes to look west, "Have you lost the Pure Land in the Six Realms?"

There are many more powerful presences in other places, all of which are betting their attention on the west of the mountain realm.

In addition, Wusheng and Qinghuo also coincidentally felt the strange spatial fluctuations, and Qinghuo lost her mind a little because of this, and was almost injured by Youlan, who was fighting with her.

Wusheng had already eliminated all the men of the Black Bone Ghost King and rested against a big rock.

But now his attention was entirely on the strange fluctuations coming from the West.

This strange fluctuation comes and goes quickly.

......

The moment the space collapsed, Ji Xiao was swept into this strange space. He had calculated that something would happen, but the end result would be good, so he was not too uncomfortable about the situation he was facing, but full of curiosity.

At first, he was submerged in the boundless yellow spring, and the souls and obsessions of many living beings in it fluctuated, and even if he was the nemesis of these ghosts, he became extremely sad in the center of the yellow spring.

It was boundless sin and pain, constantly stirring his mind.

Drifting with the tide, Ji Xiao was rushed to a beach.

The beach is like a different world, peaceful and stable, but also filled with an indescribable sense of dilapidation. Ji Xiao looked ahead, and an ancient temple was visible.

There are two alder trees planted in front of the ancient temple, which have long been leafless and very withered. With curiosity, Ji Xiao entered the ancient temple to explore, and there was a wishing well inside, but it had dried up.

The temple is spotless, like a pure land of bliss, and there is peace everywhere, but the scene is ruined.

There is no sun, moon and stars in the sky, and there are no lights in the temple, but there is light everywhere in the ancient temple.

"There may have been a real Buddha or Bodhisattva living here. "Pay attention to everything in the ancient temple, Ji Xiao made a judgment.

There is a bell in the temple, but it is dilapidated.

There may have been a Buddha statue on the shrine, but now it is empty.

As for the name of the ancient temple, it is impossible to investigate, and there is not even a place in the temple where there is a text.

There is a futon under the shrine, which is particularly abrupt.

Because everything in the ancient temple is very dilapidated, but the futon is brand new.

Not only is it spotless, but even the color is so bright yellow.

"Sit down?" Ji Xiao had a thought.

This thought was not strong, even very faint, but it was very clear for Ji Xiao to perceive.

Ji Xiao approached the futon, but his eyes fell on the front of the futon, and there was a little bit of blood on the ground under the shrine, like the marks of the years, which could not be erased.

Ji Xiao touched his fingers to the bloodstains, and an irrepressible sadness arose in his heart, his hands were aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, his skin was wrinkled, and there were age spots on it, which were no longer smooth and delicate in the past.

Without hesitation, he cut off his palm, which fell to the ground, quickly turning black, then carbonizing, and finally turning to ashes.

The strong vitality made his severed palm grow back, but it took a lot of time to regain its original tenacity and strength, consistent with the rest of his body.

Ji Xiao could basically conclude that the strange power on the bloodstains should be the same type as the decay he had encountered before, but it was more violent, purer, and more irresistible.

If he hadn't made a quick decision, he might have died of old age.

He only touched that force slightly, and his heart was shocked. It can be said that even in the face of Bai Gurulai, he didn't feel so much.

That kind of sadness has never been encountered before.

It's desperate!

Ji Xiao carefully observed the little bloodstain, pondering its composition and the secrets it contained.

That kind of power is so amazing, Ji Xiao can even imagine that even if it is a real immortal Buddha, in the face of this power, I am afraid that there is nothing to be done.

Perhaps the former Bodhisattva or Buddha in the temple encountered this force.

Ji Xiao only found this bloodstain, and there was no other abnormality.

If there is, it's a futon.

With the lesson brought to him by the bloodstains, Ji Xiao was a little hesitant about whether to sit on the futon. Everything in the ancient temple was strange, and if he guessed correctly, the water outside was the Yellow Spring, and the ancient temple and sandbar he was in were in the Yellow Spring.

This is enough to prove that the ancient temple and sandbar must be guarded by mysterious forces in order to be safe and sound in the Yellow Spring.

That should be the power of the Dharma, because the serenity and tranquility of the ancient temple and the ubiquitous light confirm it.

After exploring the ancient temple for a while, Ji Xiao didn't find anything more.

He had predicted with the Emperor's Scripture that he would get a good result.

Should he trust his own judgment and try the effect of the futon?

Ji Xiao finally made up his mind, he should believe his prediction.

With great courage, sit cross-legged on the futon.

Ji Xiao smelled a fragrance.

The fragrance seemed to appear directly in his heart, relieving Ji Xiao's troubles and entering a deeper condensation.

He seems to have experienced the state of mind of the immortal Buddha, and under the infinite lifespan, it brings emotional indifference, no hatred, no friendship, and in a long time, many things have become insignificant.

If anyone insults me, scolds me, or slanders me, you can ignore it, because they will eventually become dust, and they will not be worth a fortune for a long time.

Or wake up and the vicissitudes of life, but the world is still so familiar, because life is an indifferent repetition.

What happened now, will happen in the past, what happened in the past, will still happen in the future.

What is happening in the human world can be found in the past and future.

Life is originally nothing, the ridiculous thing is that dull beings can't see through this, they think it is wonderful, they think it is bloody, they think it is magnificent history, in the long river of years, not even a wave.

Ji Xiao's mood is changing little by little, and he seems to have returned to the past days when he was a grass.

Carefree, no worries, no colorfulness in the world, but also living their own days day by day.

Those kinds of days are not bad, nor are they good.

It seems like he should have lived like that.

The sound of rushing water sounded in his ears, and he seemed to turn back into a grass. The river around me flowed day and night, making a repeating sound.

He didn't know where the river began or where it ended, but it was always there, just like himself.

Maybe everything he experienced in the human world was a bizarre dream.

He is still the grass and has not experienced reincarnation.

Ji Xiao's heart began to have thoughts, he used to dream, but now he woke up.

No, he didn't dream.

He has experienced parting, reluctance, and regret, and those are all true.

A look appeared in Ji Xiao's heart, and the most profound memory is not that he can remember it from time to time, but that he will not be forgotten in the washing of years.

Ji Xiao sighed softly.